Willows

The willows are blowing
The willows are swaying
The willows are calling

I was not loved too little
Only too well
Pleasure from heaven
Caved to your hell

My faith was unyielding
Nothing but true
My loyal heart beating
My sorrow for you

I waited in white
I waited and sang
My mother, never wrong
And now I must hang

The willows are blowing
The willows are swaying
The willows are calling